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Poem of the Week

A tribal language in a global world


if I spoke


away from my own

head & history


if I spoke a dying language

not revernacularized or revitalized

my challenge would be

keeping loved words alive & safe


what word would I destroy

to save a life

my father was exiled

from his language


& his family, job, citizenship, country

maybe he didn't live his life in German

just because mine is lived in English

it frustrates me


not to have Spanish Italian Norsk Yiddish Hebrew Japanese

to be anonymous

by not having



stop for me slow down

the jokes work

if Mercè's English weren't good

we wouldn't be sisters



April 2020/February 2021

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